Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.